A Defensive Post, in Retaliation to (you know who you are!)

Recently I overheard a friend ranting about blogs (I say overheard, because even though I think I was an intended member of her audience, I was carrying on another conversation on the side). Anyway, my friend, the first one was saying how they (blogs) are all alike and they are just a place for moms to talk about their kids and share details of their SAHM lives with each other. (Forgive her, she is not a SAHM and therefore doesn't relate at all). I was however, as you can imagine, outraged! Obviously she had never visited this blog.
I am not as good with the camera as many of my fellow blogging mom friends are and have such a bad memory with the cute kid stories that when my husband comes home, I find myself telling him how funny the kids were that day and that in particular there were a few "new" phrases, words or sentences that my two year old used so hysterically that he would die if he knew what they were. Fortunately for him, I don't remember what they are and isn't he lucky to have such an attentive and thoughtful wife who spares him from having to nightly DIE of amusement from his hysterical children, who are growing up, learning and changing every day behind his back, while he goes to work so that I can drag the kids to target when I'm bored and it's raining (often) and impulsively over buy under priced items.
Even if I were as good with the camera as many of you are, the food I make is rarely worth taking a picture of, though usually delicious and who wants to read about delicious food without a picture? Or who wants to read about delicious food with a gross picture (see above)?
In addition to these faults, lies the real truth to my whacked out blog. I am much too selfish to waste limitless blog space on others when I could be indulging myself with disillusions of grandeur in which you all are desperate to read what's rolling around in my head!

Intro

Recently, I came across a new email titled "My new blog". "Uhhh, Sarah Glos started a blog," I informed my husband. When I said this, I was actually informing him of both the fact that Sarah had started one, but also of the unspoken fact that I was certainly going to start one. He inferred both of these facts. "No. You do not need to start a blog." He tried to reason. "Oh, on the contrary. I, I have to start a blog!" I declared, standing as I said it for emphasis. I must admit, I used to snub my nose at blogs. When I thought blog, I thought blah, blah, blahg. I used to think of them as nothing more than outelts for whackos enviornmentalists and rogue politicians on soap boxes. They are out there, but I warmed up to the idea as soon as I realized, I could have one. For the record, I would fall under the category of "rogue housewives".
So, here it is my blog! My Glorious blog! This is, depending on who you are and how you look at it, my gift to you, or my gift (admittedly) to myself. If you are my lovely grandmother, you think the first, but if you are say, my husband or my sister, you think the latter. I, of course, think both. Now, even though this blog is for me and by me, I promise it will not always be about me. How's that for a compromise?